Petulant month
February is a petulant toddler,sometimes sulking under a livid pewtera sudden shower might turnto a delicate flurry of lace,and when you believe it is winterhe turns azure and bright,cloudlessly shiningan […]
February is a petulant toddler,sometimes sulking under a livid pewtera sudden shower might turnto a delicate flurry of lace,and when you believe it is winterhe turns azure and bright,cloudlessly shiningan […]
I never liked to promise what I cannot keepunless it is those simple tasks I tell myselfto do tomorrow or maybe later in the weekor forget them or maybe hide […]
Finally, as January is coming to an end I can feel that daylight has started to return. Soon I will meet dawn before I leave for work. My heartbeats lighten, […]
On the eve of remembrance dayfor the six million soulscryingto remind us what’s left to payof what humankind stoledying Remember the shoes without feethair faithfully braidedbehindTheir bodies, consumed by the […]
I never knew my grandmotherin the way my mother had donethere was always a softerbenevolence towards methan my mother had seen. She kept the Bombonierefilled with candy for kids,and still […]
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku, Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff